At Long Last...

I certainly hope it's worth the wait.

We'll Come Back for the Trombone.

As people, several people, have been asking why I haven't updated the blog in over a month, I've been floundering for excuses. The one that seems most valid is that I'm trying to do it in chronological order and there's a video of some trombone playing in Duxbury that I need to get from mom's machine into mine. Flimsy, as excuses go, I know. We've all heard that one about the trombone. 

And now sadly, I don't even remember what comes next. It was a marvelous summer, full of adventures and vacations and ice cream and sunshine. I vaguely remember it being really hot when we got home. Especially since there are pictures of my children in the sprinkler.

And then there was this.  Naked bubble painting. This went great until both girls tried to drink the painty bubble solution. Now we know: Poke a few tiny holes in the top of the straw before they begin. The more you know....

 We spent a few wonderful days with Aunt Diana and the cousins.  We went to the lake and puttered on the beach. It was lovely.  The girls idolized their older cousins and let the take them out into the water and wanted to show off their toys.  They are generally enthralled with older children and want to be included in the games and playtime, even if they don't quite know what to do with Barbies, as was the case with the seven year old girls down the street. Here is Lillian, soaking up time with Matthew and a portable game system. 

After this, we left on another adventure, so I'll make that a new entry.